Chapter 143
Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System
Chapter 143: Chapter 143: The Name of a Race Chapter 143: The Name of a Race This was something the Akashic Record didnât expect.
This was a development no one expected.
Because letâs not forgetâNoah held the title: The True Anomaly.
He was someone who couldnât be seen. Someone fate and destiny couldnât pierce through.
He was outside the system. Beyond the threads of inevitability.
So every single one of his actions?
They were his own.
Uncontrolled. Unmeasured. Unwritten.
And nowâhe had become something... more.
A new race had been born.
And he had become a Progenitor. A True one.
Something that, until now, only the rulers of ancient factions could claim.
Beings who had existed for millions of years.
Beings who had built empires across galaxies.
Beings who had long transcended the limitations of time.
And yet...
He was just 15.
He was just a boy.
He was just... a child.
But that child had achieved what others spent millennia tryingâand failingâto do.
He had done the impossible.
And that was something the Akashic Record deeply admired. Truly, genuinely.
So when it came time to give him his True Nameâ
It didnât hesitate.
It didnât offer one.
It offered two.
Names never spoken before.
Names that carried meaning too heavy for ordinary reality.
Names that could shake the fabric of the universe if left unshielded.
{You are Nytherion IlâVarethos.}
The world trembled.
The very name carried weight beyond comprehension.
And if it werenât for the Akashic Record shielding Noah in that moment, If it hadnât wrapped his existence in divine barriers layered beyond layers...
The universe would have trembled under that nameâs gravity.
But the Record was merciful.
Noah was still young. He was still in his growth phase. His foundations were still forming.
And so, it covered him.
{Your True Name has absorbed both of your traits.}
{You are walking toward perfection.}
{But you are still far from there.}
{Integrate more power. More bloodlines. More affinities. More physiques. Everything.}
{Keep evolving.}
A pause.
But the notifications didnât stop.
Soâ
{As the first being of your race, you have earned the right to name it.}
{What shall your race be called?}
Noah stood still, his silver hair cascading behind him like a trail of starlight.
He looked at the notifications calmly, silently.
He had created an entirely new race. An entirely new bloodline.
He was now a progenitor.
A founder.
The first of his kind.
"A name, huh?" he said softly, his voice calm, thoughtful.
This wasnât just a name.
This would be a word that echoed across galaxies. Across epochs.
He had to make it meaningful.
He had to make it grand.
Noah smirked to himself.
After all, this raceâhe didnât create it alone.
He created it thanks to the system.
Thanks to the women who stood by his side.
Thanks to everything he had fought for and bled for.
This bloodline was not just for him.
It was for his children.
For the family he would one day build.
For the queens at his side.
Because now, Noah didnât just want to conquer. He didnât just want to dominate.
He wanted to build something.
A legacy. A home.
Becauseâ
"How lonely would it be," he whispered, "if I stood at the very top... but alone... for all eternity?"
He didnât want that.
He refused that.
So not just for himself.
But for the ones walking this journey with him.
For the ones who would come after him.
He would name this race. A special name.
And the name would beâ
"Elysiari."
"Elysia from Elysiumâa paradise, a sanctuary for immortal beings."
"And the -ri, from those who belong."
Noah paused.
He had searched deep in his memories from Earth, picking a name that held meaning, history, and soul.
"And together..." he smiled, "it means Those of Eternal Sanctuary."
That was his dream.
A sanctuary for his family. For his people. For his future.
A dream that spanned eternity.
A dream that was entirely his.
{DING! Your race name has been recorded.}
{You have received the title: Progenitor of the Elysiari.}
{Your bloodline has been named: Elysiari Bloodline.}
{Congratulations, Noah Weaverheart.}
{Current State of Existence: 19999.}
{Next Threshold: 20000.}
The notifications faded.
Noah stood tall with his new appearance, his white eyes gleaming with rotating runes, his silver hair weightless, vast, divine.
He smirked.
âWhat do you think of my new look, dear system?â
[It suits you well, Host.]
Noah chuckled softly.
âShow me the bloodline abilities.â
[Bloodline: Elysiari Bloodline]
⢠Elysiariâs Apex Form: Your human appearance is not your true self. You are no human. You are a calamity. A beast. A Elysiarien. Activate this skill and become what you are.
⢠Concept Embodiment: You possess a concept core. Embody it fullyâbe the concept.
⢠Elysiariâs Roar: Unleash a cry that can shatter worlds and universes alikeâwhen your strength allows it.
⢠Elysiariâs Visionary: All begins with thought. All begins with vision. Become that vision, and it shall be. But only if you believe it with no hesitation, no doubt.
⢠Elysiariâs Name: As the first of your race, you can bestow True Names upon those who come after you.
⢠Elysiariâs Blood: You may transform another into an Elysiari.
Noahâs eyes widened slightly as he read.
"These abilities..." he whispered. "Arenât they too strong? My race will be unchallengeable."
[These abilities are exclusive to youâthe Progenitor.]
[Only a few shall pass to others: Apex Form, the Roar, and Concept Embodiment.]
[For Concept embodiment it depends on their talents. No one else holds multiple concepts as you do. But some may have two or so.]
Noah smiled.
"Thatâs already strong enough."
He was satisfied.
Completely.
With this bloodline... with this identity...
"I wonder," he whispered, eyes gleaming, "how Iâll fare against the Champions now."
Elijah... and the others.
Five years.
He had five years to prepare.
Five years to get used to his new strength.
Five years to prepare his family for what was to come.
But firstâ
"Letâs go to that dungeon," he said. "And take back what Elira wants."
It was time.
Noah disappeared into a puddle of bloodâsilent and sudden.
...
The birth of the Elysiari mightâve gone unnoticed by the greater universe...
But the world of Laeh?
It felt it.
The very foundations of the planet trembled. Something shifted at its core.
Æreeí¤ebnÏvel.com This was no ordinary event.
The birth of a new raceâespecially one like thisâonly happened once in billions of years.
And Laeh responded.
Because with that birth, something started to form inside the world core.
Laeh had received something.
A gift.
Andâ
"HOLY FUCK!!"
Laeh cursed violently.
He felt it.
The emergence of a power he wasnât meant to touch yet. Not this early. Not in this cycle.
But it was here. Budding. Forming.
And when that power maturedâ
Laeh would change forever.
His core shook. The sky of sky of his realm roared. The very dimensions around him buckled under the pressure of what was to come.
He had met a condition.
A great condition.
A requirement to evolve into a higher-ranked world.
Laeh stood, weightless in the air, his eyes glowing as he summoned a screen before him.
Noahâs new form appeared.
White irises wrapped in spinning runes.
Silver hair that defied time.
A presence too heavy and too unique for mortal to have.
Laeh was stunned.
"This... this is a new race?"
Even sensing it, he could barely believe it.
Too powerful. Too special.
"More unique than even the Celestials..." he whispered.
That was no small feat.
That was terrifying.
He smiled wide.
"Truly... youâre my lucky star."
Then he laughed.
"No. Fuck that."
"Youâre more than that."
Because with Noah, he wouldnât just survive.
He would evolve. He would ascend.
All he needed now... was a core from another world.
Andâ
"Youâll give it to me, right, Noah?" he said while grinning madly.
"After all..."
"You are now the leader of this world."
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âEnd of Chapter 143â